Frisking through the pavilion, I walk with her

Talking, singing  and blinding the hope of our union,

For long. She seems to quite revel at those moments

That she'll be in a truly better world than this one,

With days brighter and nights warmer and colored well.

She speaks of her dreams that'd be true and near.

Happy for her I'm - For all of those smiles she'd bear.

And behind that veil of mine is a sense of pain,

Much as bright red blood oozing from my heart.

My smiles never seem to bespeak of the cold abyss

I'd descend to, never pour out the tremors I foresee.

Ah! There but she'd be with thoughts none,

Nor a reminiscence of us together- like now, and never.

There is none to whine this to- never did I know some!

In my depths, magnificent worlds end into her.

Ah again! I'd be bereft of my breath and life.

But I shant be selfish- for never was she meant to be mine.

Beseech I, the almightly, that she be blessed with love.

Love- much as I could pour over now but restrain for psalms.

Bid I, with no tryst again, farewell, for ever.